Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.